Thursday, February 17, 2011

Thursday Poem - A Walk

My eyes already touch the sunny hill.
going far ahead of the road I have begun.
So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;
it has inner light, even from a distance—

and charges us, even if we do not reach it,
into something else, which, hardly sensing it,
we already are; a gesture waves us on
answering our own wave...
but what we feel is the wind in our faces.

Rainer Maria Rilke
(Translated by Robert Bly)

2 comments:

Cindy said...

My eyes have already touched a sunny hill this morning as well! Low 70's and blue sky. Spring is such a tease! Her fickle sister is waiting in the wings just to drop the temperature again sometime soon! But today, it's warmth and sunglasses and tank tops!

liliannattel said...

How beautiful, Cate. I can always find respite here.